by Kamalani
A smooth seashell sits with its opening on top. Its rounded shape and grayish colors gives it a dull look. It doesn’t shimmer or glow. Tarnished rim, chipped sides, and filled with dust, it holds years of dryness and never being inhabited. Four black stripes run down its back, faded over time. This isn’t a gloomy, depressing shade but the relaxing gray that floats in the sky on rainy days. A tip of a rhinoceros horn, blunted and worn through countless victorious battles. A warm, cozy bed for a lost puppy; it hugs the cute, fuzzy animal with its smooth insides. And on the outside is that soothing dim tan that comforts the young and frightened creatures.
